I had only ever been here once before, it was damn close to impossible to gain admission, but my congenial brother had charmed his – and my way – through the shiny black doors to where I was currently occupying a barstool in the exclusive private area of the club. I wasn’t a fan of nightclubs. I wasn’t a fan of being crushed by sweaty, overbearing men and braless bimbos either. Men prowled the bar looking for alcohol and release, but I was here for one reason and one reason only: to drown my sorrows and forget about my impending doom. That was it. Swallowing what had to be my tenth shot of Jameson, I brushed the hand that had landed on my shoulder roughly away and gazed around the room through bleary eyes. I spotted Colton on the dance floor, surrounded by a group of women, and snorted loudly. One voluptuous blonde was clinging to Colton like he was her chosen mate. Another skinny brunette was grinding against his broad back.
What do You think about Always (Carter Kids #1.5)?
